Phosphorescence in the Ocean Waves and Footsteps on the Shore
Dead souls are everywhere and not just in
The ground or air from pyres. Dead spirits form
A haze of hueless smoke. They are so thin,
Though, that despite this insubstantial storm
Around us (and presumably inside us
Since we inhale them past our nostrils, tongues
And throats so that they insidiously truss
Up our arteries and marrow and our lungs)
We do not notice them—except that we
Have trouble with our pulse beats and breathing.
This anti-matter which we cannot see
Is swirling like a ghostly storm, seething
Inside our own still living essences,
And wants to join hearts’ luminescences.